Power of Sleep

After yesterday's mini-breakdown, things are much sunnier (despite the rain) today! Last night, I cleaned my apartment, the dog managed to keep most of her food down. I gave her her shot, and I think I did it right? She ate her dinner, and in fact this morning ate dog food again! Which means, I don't have to cook her chicken every day. She even didn't seem to have an accident in the night! So, I slept and she slept! Yay, us!

My neighbors seemed to sense I was near the edge of my rope yesterday, so they stayed away for the most part. Even Banshee kept her shrill war cries to herself when I walked the dogs last night, and I wasn't robbed! Thankfully, I know a guy who builds bridges who said he might be able to install a lock (and put poop on my neighbor's door), so my television might make it through this unscathed.

Now, my front door key isn't really working. I think it might be sabotage. I look like a moron, jiggling the key, getting panicky because while I fumble with the door I have to hang out with the 5-20 gangsters casing the joint from outside.

I thought of something that happened last week that made me think. I yelled at these two teenagers from the building, who were clearly wasted for smoking in the elevator. Right before the incident, they had made a comment about my ass, and Caliope was in the elevator so I didn't think my poor sick dog should have to smell their damned cigarette smoke. I said they can't smoke in the elevator, their witty reply was, "What, you the Surgeon General or somethin?"

Yes, yes that's it.

Yet, the hipster was smoking in the hallway with his wonderfully behaved, funny-looking dog and I said nothing. Why? Well, because the hipster is always super friendly and nice. He doesn't make me uncomfortable by staring at my boobs the whole time, or commenting on my ass. So while I still feel a little hypocritical, it's because it's all I have on the dang teenagers. I have to choose my battles.